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here's one ole grand dad told a hundred times...

2 guys out fishing, relaxing, and along comes the game warden.
shows his I.D. and asks the guys for their fishing license.
one of the dudes gets up and starts on a dead-run. game warden finally catches up to him,...checks his I.D.--says;
hey, you got a license, why'd ya run?

coz my buddy didn't!

Speaking of fishing, true story, -- I knew the toughest game warden in the state of Florida. Not only did he help his mother-in-law, who was visiting, to bait her hook and show her were to toss her line and how to reel in a bluegill, he stood there and wrote her a ticket on his own dock, for fishing without a license!
Said it cost him more than it was worth! uh? duh!
Virginia

A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in South Louisiana with two ice chests of fish, leaving a bayou well known for its fishing. The game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"
"Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Deez here are my pet fish."

"Pet fish?" asked the Warden suspiciously.

Ya. Avery night I take deez here fish down to de bayou and let dem swim 'round for a while. Den I whistle and dey jump rat back inta dis here ice chest and I take dem home."

"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that! I'm going to write you up."

The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "It's de truth ma' fren. I'll show you. It really works."

"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" So the Warden followed him thinking all the time what an idiot this guy was trying to put one over him.

The Cajun poured the fish into the bayou and stood and waited. After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"

"Well, what?" said the Cajun

"When are you going to call them back?"

"Call who back?"

"The FISH, you idiot!"

"What fish?"

Then there was this ornery Game Warden in Oklahoma. One day a hillbilly went hunting in Oklahoma and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he was confronted by this ornery game warden who didn't like hillbillies.

The game warden ordered the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Oklahoma hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said "This duck ain't from Oklahoma. This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin' license, boy?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas hunting license.

The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Kansas duck. This duck's from Arkansas. You got a Arkansas license?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas hunting license.

The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said This ain't no Arkansas duck. This here duck's from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin' license?" Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license.

The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly "Just where the hell are you from?" The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said " You're the #@*&$%#* expert, now you tell me."

Those are some great fishing and hunting stories, ladies!!


- SL

Excellent Sally!

Reminds me of some of my exploits way back in the day.